Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 62 Under the Darkness
No matter how grand the banquet is, it will end one day. After the swearing-in meeting, Carl stopped by the red beard's room.

From the outside, it looks like it used to be an abandoned warehouse.

Karl didn't knock on the door, because he knew that the red beard could easily find his footsteps if he didn't deliberately sneak.

The rusty iron door made a harsh "creak" sound when he pushed it open.

But contrary to Carl's expectations, the red beard did not appear at the door as he expected.

However, at this moment, a "bang" sound of glass shattering suddenly came from a certain compartment in the room.

Curiously following the source of the sound, Karl finally found the red beard.

But the scene in front of him, even in Karl's expectation, was beyond his reason.

I saw Red Beard sitting slumped on the rusty metal bed, and beside the bed were scattered glass bottles.

Looking at the red beard who had already entered a state of deep drunkenness, he had no choice but to turn around and leave.

After all, the red beard in this state, even if he gave Karl a guarantee, he would not believe it.

And it seemed that Karl's action of preparing to leave stimulated the red beard, and the red beard turned over and fell to the floor where there were still a lot of glass shards at the moment.

Seeing this, Carl couldn't help but sighed.

(Boy, I'm not here to be a bartender.)
But the complaints belonged to the complaints, he was still going to go forward and help the red beard back to the bed.

But when it comes to actually doing it, Karl still calls it tiring.

Without the violent power, the strong red beard like a bull is really amazing in weight.

Fortunately, even if Karl didn't use the power of rage, after so many days of "high-intensity training", the muscles of his whole body were not bad.

Finally, after wasting a lot of effort, he finally put the red beard back on the bed steadily.

And just when Karl was about to call the person in charge of medical treatment among the missionaries to deal with the glass shards on Redbeard's body, he noticed the booklet and a note in the pocket of Redbeard's jacket.

===Red Beard Note===
Sorry boss, but after reading the manual, I couldn't resist drinking some wine.

But I don't think this amount will make me drunk.

Of course, if I'm really drunk, you can just put the plan next to my bed.

Anyway, as long as you use that trick again, we will probably go there tomorrow afternoon just to go through the motions.

(Some black lines seem to have crossed out some content)
Looking back at the first half of my life, it seems like a joke.

No one ever told me why they alienated me, and of course I knew they didn't know why.

Yes, I did break in a sense, what I thought was the "curse".

But when the truth finally unfolded in front of me, I felt an endless void.

By the way, I think you'd better go see Petronella than me.

Let's just say, she seems a little "calm" and not normal.

(damp with traces of booze)
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Looking at the crumpled note in his hand, Karl couldn't help sighing.

I have to admit that the red beard is really good at spying on people's hearts. This can be clearly seen from the fact that the red beard has figured out most of Karl's plans before talking about it.

But the irony is that in the cocoon of limited information, sometimes those who think they have seen everything clearly will hurt the most after breaking out of the cocoon.

But Redbeard was only half right about Carl's plan.

It wasn't the food itself that Carl really liked.

If it was just that batch of grain, he wouldn't bother himself at all.

Compared with those foods that are not very important at the moment, what he wants this time is to investigate the "Tongxinhui" that is elusive.

After all, Karl cannot always be in a passive defensive state.

It's not his style to be calculated all day.

Silently writing "the real plan" on the back of the note, Carl called a doctor over the communicator.

After all, if the glass scum on Redbeard's body is not properly disposed of at this time, another 1/4 bucket of "Emperor's Footwashing Water" may be wasted.

That's a full 1/4 point of Power of Hope.

Since you have chosen to join Karl's camp, you must have the awareness of being squeezed out of the last ounce of value.

Gently placing the note on the red beard's bedside, Carl heaved a sigh of relief.

After all, if Redbeard refuses to join the group, then he will have to adopt another plan.

Fortunately, things finally developed towards the good side.

Gently closing the door of Redbeard's room, Karl turned and left the temporary residence of the Red Pirate Mercenary Group.

Walking in the familiar and unfamiliar passage, Karl saw the once bustling black market in the distance.

At this moment, the black market that was originally "crowded with people" has long faded from the hustle and bustle of the past.

In the empty black market, only a few crusader soldiers were patrolling.

Seeing Karl approaching, several people hurriedly gave him a substandard "Sky Eagle Salute".

This is not only respect for the Emperor's Speaker, but also thanks for everything Karl has done.

In a system that is functioning normally, there is no need for these filthy places to exist.

Just like a certain sentence once said by a certain commander of the Seventh Company of the Death Guard.

"We are the Astartes, and the path set for us by the Lord of Men is... We can only follow this path if we stand on the side of truth. If we are open and honest, under the blinding light of the universe, Then I'm sure we'll finally kill the myth about the gods."

"But if we hide, even a little bit, then we cannot bear the truth of the world."
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Excerpted from "The Escape from the Eisenstein" Captain Garro's answer to Mortarion why he didn't join the Warrior Society.

(Note: Mortarion, No.14 Legion Death Guard Gene Primarch)
Silently giving a few crusaders salute in return, Karl continued on the familiar path.

Soon a hut that was both familiar and strange to him appeared in front of Karl.

This is, so to speak, where his journey began.

Gently pushing open the wooden door frame, Carl returned to Franco's house again.

The metal coffee table covered with rust, the familiar faint blue moss, the only difference may be that the light bulb that was flickering before has become stable and bright at the moment.

Feeling the familiar discomfort in his soul, Karl knew that the person he was looking for was here.

Carl, who was rushing to sleep, asked straight to the point: "Have you finished reading that manual?"

Of course, this was just his habitual confirmation. After receiving Petronilla's nod in reply, Karl lay down on the metal sofa directly.

Seemingly feeling very strange about Carl's behavior, Petronilla asked with a puzzled look: "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

"You'll get used to it, won't you, but you'll have to train with Red Beard every day after that."

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(End of this chapter)